Thanks for the night on the town mom!

I had the most perfect moment last night with my mom. You see, sometimes we get so busy with life and work and such, that we forget how important it is to just spend a little time with the ones we love. I did that Friday night with my Mom and Robin, and I had a blast.

We started the evening with a few drinks, and my mom got pretty tipsy on a glass of wine. I knew it was a good thing to stop at one glass when she was getting a little too comfortable in the booth at the bar!

We then decided to hit the streets for First Friday in Phoenix. Let me see if I can describe this event for you. Lets just say it's a cross section of goth gals, animal rights activists, hippies, artists, families with kids, and old timers just looking for a little distraction on a friday night. Oh yeah, and lets throw in the live bands playing on each corner, along with the magicians trying to scare up a crowd.

All in all, a great way to spend the evening. And I would not want to spend it with anyone else but Robin and my Mom! Thanks Mom!

Sue,
Tempe

Save money, eat right, another great salad

Sometimes taking time to make my lunch is a Perfect Moment.


Robin, Tempe

We had a fend-for-yourself food weekend

We usually eat in sync during the weekend. Cleaning out the fridge and stocking up for the week. Maybe cook a casserole or soup that'll last a few days.

But this weekend we went our own way and I loved it.

As I drove around running errands on Saturday, I was listening to WHYY's Chef's Table. And I was hungry. A bad combination.

But it was wonderful. The show's host, Jim Coleman, took a guest to a restaurant that has NO KITCHEN. Right. Ino Cafe and Wine Bar cooks with toaster ovens and panini presses. Yep, that's it. No kitchen. Check out this menu.

Anyway, I listened to Coleman share a breakfast with his guest, describing the magic of truffled egg toast, I turned the car toward Trader Joe's. I picked up TJ's 'bruschetta sauce' and a baguette, headed home and had bruschetta for dinner.. and again for Sunday lunch.

I have no idea what Sue ate.


Robin, Tempe